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Dispatches from Glazy Places, Part 2 by DB Guest Blogger Oki Sogumi

  Screws were wrenched and broken off, so that the hard plastic siding fell away. Eaten seeds were spit out: apricot, sunflower. They walked the planet, not finding soil. In the hospital “lounge,” a brother was waiting on his brother, with a shoe missing. Infomercials cycled. A storm, they said. Prepare, they said.   --   A person falls, about to be mauled by cameras, but hands reached down to pick them up. Not many hands. The creatures are shoved off.

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